Jared Friedman, be preparèd

To not be sparèd your praises airèd—
This wise young man, who’s seldom scarèd,
Who can be comparèd with Jared?
Go West, young man, go West!
Behold his tale of actions bold
Of pages scrolled, of fate controlled!
He left the school where he enrolled
To mold his dreams from Western gold,
Go West, young man, go West!
You’ll not be shocked to find in school
We found his mind a might tool
That knew the “how” of rocket fuel,
That could unspool an old slide rule;
Go West, young man, go West!
More important, at his core,
A store of kindness, a loving ore
That gave, and that could not ignore
A friend’s sore look, one’s feeling poor.
Go West, young man, go West!
Whether the ledger, la neige or solfège,
He pledged to create with his well-earned knowledge—
Not to store it in jars on a dusty ol’ ledge.
No wonder he felt hedge in at college!
Go West, young man, go West!
To a young man so adventury,
It’d feel like penitentiary
To live like landed gentry
From the 18th century—
Go West, young man, go West!
Heck, he rejected diploma collecting,
Selecting to rough it with savvy high-teching!
He trekked to the Rockies and caught his connecting
Flight to the Valley of Silicon prospecting!
Go West, young man, go West!
Dressed in his spurs, looking his best,
He was blessed with the fastest click in the West.
Astride his steed Molly, his foes were distressed—
If they messed with Jared, they’d be Pentium Processed.

Go West, young man, go West!
Renowned for his mousework, he would astound
And lasso the outlaws, who he’d surround
By clicking and dragging along the dirt ground;
‘Til he had selected each outlaw in town!
Go West, young man, go West!
Then he assembled a great gang of wits,
Prospectors sorting the grit from the glitz,
Hammering, hoping, ‘til suddenly—hits!
“Well what do you know? There’s gold in them bits!”
Go West, young man, go West!
The lustrous glimmer shined out uncanny
He knew that this Flash wasn’t flash-in-the-panny.

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